Howdy there Y'all!
Y'know, you people can be awfully stingy with the comments sometimes!
Why, I've been on here since March and absolutley nobody bothered to let me know what they thought about my drivel. (and I'd brought out my special drivel just for the occasion too!)
A thought occurs... is it just me or have words become cheap these days?
What? an example? well, if you insist.
E.g in the time when calligraphy stood in for normal handwriting, letters would be agonised over -polished 'til they shone-
Toady, all you need to do is learn how to type and you can spew out any kind of garbled nonsense!
" Iffin' yeh tried 't read this 'ere awl the time, ye'd be a-windin' up wif the frightfuwl-est o' head-akes don't ya know there dorlin'! "
Certainly is easy to mangle the language eh? ...I'll tell you what, I'll ask Tanith.
-Whaddya you think-ish abou' this 'ere mess eh, Tanith?
- Did you really have to drag me into this? I mean it's peculiar enough being a figment of someones imagination but REALLY! this is only one step from talking to yourself!
You really want my opinion? I think you're crazy, THATS what I think!
-Why Tanith, what a thing to say!
**indelicate sound** go away, I'm brooding.
-Right you! If thats the way you want it fine!
Shall I grant you an indulgence too while I'm at it?- In case you should think of any more curse words?
I'm not going to dignify that with an answer Leah!
... all right everyone, Missy Mae's having a grouching moment, now let's all back away slowly
-no sudden movements, if you take my meaning-
I'll get you for this Tanith! you'll be eating snails in my next entry, Mark my words.
(insert dry chuckle here) Consider them marked, oh glorious leader.
Tanith!!!
Enjoy your day Houston,
This is Tanith, signing off!
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*Humph*
Monday, June 16, 2008
Friday, May 2, 2008
Tanith's Escapades- Only Tea, a Disaster Indeed.
Winter, Tanith decided, was a time for contemplation- not action.
Mainly because so many people tended to sleep-in during winter.
People like Tanith.
Which, of course, begs the reason for why she's up so early on a Sunday.
Simple, it was all Erin's idea; and Erin was one of those people who didn't sleep-in.
In Tanith's opinion this made her an anomaly in the deepest sense of the word, not that she'd tell Erin this.
So here she was, with Erin the early-bird, at nine o'clock on a Sunday, visiting Erin's batty old Aunt Margaret.
Without coffee. only Tea. Disaster.
And here, at Erin's request, was Aunt Magaret, shuffling a deck of dog-eared TAROT cards.
Aunt Margaret was a dumpy little lady with a bright round face, frizzy brown hair and luminous red lipstick, most of which had been transferred to the tea-cup.
Margaret laid out the cards in a pattern that escaped Tanith; then turned them over and leaned forward over the cards, clicking her tongue.
five minutes passed without a sound save the clicking.
Tanith looked over at Erin, and made a cross-eyed face.
crazy old bat.
Erin shrugged
whatever.
Tanith turned her attention to Margaret, who was muttering to herself.
A moment or two later the "TAROT master's" eyes widened.
"I'm sorry, Dear" Margaret rasped, gathering up the cards "I think you girls should go now."
Erin thanked her Aunt and they left.
"So what was that about?" Tanith asked Erin after they were out of the earshot of Aunt Margaret.
Erin shrugged, "Either she stuffed up when she laid the cards out, or she read something she didn't want to tell you"
"Oh"
Silence.
After a moment Erin looked over at Tanith, and twirled a finger next to her ear.
Don't worry, she's a crazy old bat.
Tanith rolled her eyes skywards
Whatever.
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© Leah Petts. 3rd May ‘08
Mainly because so many people tended to sleep-in during winter.
People like Tanith.
Which, of course, begs the reason for why she's up so early on a Sunday.
Simple, it was all Erin's idea; and Erin was one of those people who didn't sleep-in.
In Tanith's opinion this made her an anomaly in the deepest sense of the word, not that she'd tell Erin this.
So here she was, with Erin the early-bird, at nine o'clock on a Sunday, visiting Erin's batty old Aunt Margaret.
Without coffee. only Tea. Disaster.
And here, at Erin's request, was Aunt Magaret, shuffling a deck of dog-eared TAROT cards.
Aunt Margaret was a dumpy little lady with a bright round face, frizzy brown hair and luminous red lipstick, most of which had been transferred to the tea-cup.
Margaret laid out the cards in a pattern that escaped Tanith; then turned them over and leaned forward over the cards, clicking her tongue.
five minutes passed without a sound save the clicking.
Tanith looked over at Erin, and made a cross-eyed face.
crazy old bat.
Erin shrugged
whatever.
Tanith turned her attention to Margaret, who was muttering to herself.
A moment or two later the "TAROT master's" eyes widened.
"I'm sorry, Dear" Margaret rasped, gathering up the cards "I think you girls should go now."
Erin thanked her Aunt and they left.
"So what was that about?" Tanith asked Erin after they were out of the earshot of Aunt Margaret.
Erin shrugged, "Either she stuffed up when she laid the cards out, or she read something she didn't want to tell you"
"Oh"
Silence.
After a moment Erin looked over at Tanith, and twirled a finger next to her ear.
Don't worry, she's a crazy old bat.
Tanith rolled her eyes skywards
Whatever.
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© Leah Petts. 3rd May ‘08
Saturday, March 29, 2008
A Poem that I even hate myself.
I don't feel like writing with Tanith today, she's still asleep and frankly I can't be bothered trying to wake up a fictional character.
So I think a poem may be in order, I'll apologise in advance for it.
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The Faerie Market.
Take your woeful Faerie-blues to market, quick,
If they're stagnant they won't sell at all.
Gather them up in your pockets,
and sit, cross-legged amongst the stalls.
Lay out your wicked Faerie-blues,
they'll need no tag or price.
For no folk will bargain for your blues,
they have their own Faerie-strife.
Wear your patience as a shield,
while your Faeries struggle and scream.
Wait for Nanna Grimm,
To pluck you from your Faerie-dream.
Blindfold your eyes; lest you see her so,
the breeze of memory brushes your face.
With thin fingers she silenced your Faeries,
then, left nothing, not a trace.
The market is gone, like Nanna Grimm,
simply no longer there.
And you are numb without the Faerie-woes,
you so willingly gave her to snare.
From your woeless shell comes and anguished cry,
and Lo, Nanna Grimm appear!
Your Faeries struggle in her grasp,
your Faeries are grey with fear.
But without fear by your side,
the world is icy calm.
You turn your eyes to Nanna Grimm,
you grasp her by the arm.
Nanna Grimm looks down on you,
but without your fear, you cannot quail.
Wordlessly, you open your palm,
with a nod, She returns your Faeries-Frail.
As Nanna Grim begins to fade,
you embrace your dear Faerie-blues.
Never again to be tricked as you have,
Nanna Grimm is now wary of you.
With your woes riding light on your shoulders,
you head from the empty square.
Your blues as they have ever been,
held in check by your Faeries-Fair.
© Leah Petts, 30th March ‘08
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that was quite an outpouring! (drivel more like)
I'm terribly sorry to anyone who gives a damn, but I'm morally obligated to wrap up this post.
You see, I've let my coffee go cold... (Nnnnnooooooooooooooo!)
Enjoy your day Houston,
this is Little Miss Scribble, signing off!
So I think a poem may be in order, I'll apologise in advance for it.
-
The Faerie Market.
Take your woeful Faerie-blues to market, quick,
If they're stagnant they won't sell at all.
Gather them up in your pockets,
and sit, cross-legged amongst the stalls.
Lay out your wicked Faerie-blues,
they'll need no tag or price.
For no folk will bargain for your blues,
they have their own Faerie-strife.
Wear your patience as a shield,
while your Faeries struggle and scream.
Wait for Nanna Grimm,
To pluck you from your Faerie-dream.
Blindfold your eyes; lest you see her so,
the breeze of memory brushes your face.
With thin fingers she silenced your Faeries,
then, left nothing, not a trace.
The market is gone, like Nanna Grimm,
simply no longer there.
And you are numb without the Faerie-woes,
you so willingly gave her to snare.
From your woeless shell comes and anguished cry,
and Lo, Nanna Grimm appear!
Your Faeries struggle in her grasp,
your Faeries are grey with fear.
But without fear by your side,
the world is icy calm.
You turn your eyes to Nanna Grimm,
you grasp her by the arm.
Nanna Grimm looks down on you,
but without your fear, you cannot quail.
Wordlessly, you open your palm,
with a nod, She returns your Faeries-Frail.
As Nanna Grim begins to fade,
you embrace your dear Faerie-blues.
Never again to be tricked as you have,
Nanna Grimm is now wary of you.
With your woes riding light on your shoulders,
you head from the empty square.
Your blues as they have ever been,
held in check by your Faeries-Fair.
© Leah Petts, 30th March ‘08
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that was quite an outpouring! (drivel more like)
I'm terribly sorry to anyone who gives a damn, but I'm morally obligated to wrap up this post.
You see, I've let my coffee go cold... (Nnnnnooooooooooooooo!)
Enjoy your day Houston,
this is Little Miss Scribble, signing off!
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Tanith's Escapades- A nice Tree like that.
An ageing brown leaf landed resolutley on Tanith's shoulder; Tanith turned her head to look at the grim thing.
"Now why would you want to leave a nice tree like that?" she asked it quietly, glancing at the lovley old Dutch Elm from whence the leaf had come.
Shannon glanced at it too. "Watcha talkin' to a leaf for Tan?" she asked, And Tanith heard the thread of annoyance creep back into her voice.
"Nothing," Tanith sighed, letting her head fall back against the trunk of the tree. She could feel the deep ridges in the bark through her hair.
For the millionth time Tanith wondered why she'd even started talking to Shannon again.
It turned out that Shannon had 'accidently' overheard Erin telling a curious Jaynie Morrison why Shannon hadn't been hanging out with Tanith anymore.
So Shannon, who actually accepted being in the wrong for once, had apologised to Tanith and they'd started hanging out again.
This time Shannon gave Tanith a little more space, but still, Tanith found her company wearing somedays.
Another brownish leaf, evidently deciding to take its chances, landed with a rustle on Tanith's dirty black school-shoes.
Tanith regarded it sadly for a moment- it looked as tired as she felt.
On impulse, Tanith turned to the leaf on her shoulder, "Look!" she demaned of the still leaf angrily, "See what you started!"
Shannon made a choking sound, and Tanith turned quickly to find her old friend doubled over in silent, gasping laughter.
In a moment, a pair of hard brown eyes met a pair of laughing blue. The brown eyes seemed to soften, as Tanith began to tingle with a suppressed giggle.
Finally, with a helpless cry, Tanith joined in.
Their maniacal peals of laughter echoed in an impossible harmony through the trees,
She didn't wonder why anymore.
©Leah Petts, 20th March '08
"Now why would you want to leave a nice tree like that?" she asked it quietly, glancing at the lovley old Dutch Elm from whence the leaf had come.
Shannon glanced at it too. "Watcha talkin' to a leaf for Tan?" she asked, And Tanith heard the thread of annoyance creep back into her voice.
"Nothing," Tanith sighed, letting her head fall back against the trunk of the tree. She could feel the deep ridges in the bark through her hair.
For the millionth time Tanith wondered why she'd even started talking to Shannon again.
It turned out that Shannon had 'accidently' overheard Erin telling a curious Jaynie Morrison why Shannon hadn't been hanging out with Tanith anymore.
So Shannon, who actually accepted being in the wrong for once, had apologised to Tanith and they'd started hanging out again.
This time Shannon gave Tanith a little more space, but still, Tanith found her company wearing somedays.
Another brownish leaf, evidently deciding to take its chances, landed with a rustle on Tanith's dirty black school-shoes.
Tanith regarded it sadly for a moment- it looked as tired as she felt.
On impulse, Tanith turned to the leaf on her shoulder, "Look!" she demaned of the still leaf angrily, "See what you started!"
Shannon made a choking sound, and Tanith turned quickly to find her old friend doubled over in silent, gasping laughter.
In a moment, a pair of hard brown eyes met a pair of laughing blue. The brown eyes seemed to soften, as Tanith began to tingle with a suppressed giggle.
Finally, with a helpless cry, Tanith joined in.
Their maniacal peals of laughter echoed in an impossible harmony through the trees,
She didn't wonder why anymore.
©Leah Petts, 20th March '08
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Tanith's Escapades- Vegitarian food, eh, Erin?
Tanith ate her lunch with Erin today.
It was good, Tanith decided as she bit into her sandwich, (ham & tomato if you were wondering)
when you had other friends to support you when you're fighting with your best friend.
Though since their little screaming match last week (and that saturday detention afterwards when they had been forced to srub graffitied tables together) Tanith & Shannon hardly counted each other as friends anymore.
From Tanith's point of veiw it wasn't hard to see why they'd had such a falling out in the first place. Shannon was the sort of person that constantly needed a gaggle of friends with her to ensure her existance.
Tanith didn't, and though she liked having friends, was perfectly happy to keep her own company once in a while.
And Shannon, who just hadn't understood that Tanith needed her own time once in a while; proceeded to spend every spare moment she had with Tanith, oblivious to Tanith's subtle hints that perhaps Shannon could give her the time on her own that she needed just as much as Shannon needed constant social interaction.
Eventually, Tanith gave up being subtle.
Shannon had not taken it well at all, perceiving Tanith's plea for a little 'down time' as apparent rejection.
And, not understanding what she could have possibly done wrong, came to the conclusion that Tanith was, to use Shannon's phrasing (thought Tanith dryly) a 'heartless bitch'.
She handed the other half of her sandwich to Erin, who had continued to chatter away happily without notice of Tanith's daydream.
Tanith liked Erin, mostly because the were so similar; they both liked friends but didn't need them. Though Erin was somewhat more absent-minded than Tanith.
Tuning into Erin's mostly one-sided conversation at last, She found a question floating around her head and snatched it from the air:
"hey Erin," Tanith asked "aren't you a vegetarian?" looking pointedly at Erin's cheeks, bulging with the last of the sandwich.
Erin grinned thickly at her through a mouthful of ham and tomato,
"only if you talk to my mother."
© Leah Petts, 9th March ‘08
It was good, Tanith decided as she bit into her sandwich, (ham & tomato if you were wondering)
when you had other friends to support you when you're fighting with your best friend.
Though since their little screaming match last week (and that saturday detention afterwards when they had been forced to srub graffitied tables together) Tanith & Shannon hardly counted each other as friends anymore.
From Tanith's point of veiw it wasn't hard to see why they'd had such a falling out in the first place. Shannon was the sort of person that constantly needed a gaggle of friends with her to ensure her existance.
Tanith didn't, and though she liked having friends, was perfectly happy to keep her own company once in a while.
And Shannon, who just hadn't understood that Tanith needed her own time once in a while; proceeded to spend every spare moment she had with Tanith, oblivious to Tanith's subtle hints that perhaps Shannon could give her the time on her own that she needed just as much as Shannon needed constant social interaction.
Eventually, Tanith gave up being subtle.
Shannon had not taken it well at all, perceiving Tanith's plea for a little 'down time' as apparent rejection.
And, not understanding what she could have possibly done wrong, came to the conclusion that Tanith was, to use Shannon's phrasing (thought Tanith dryly) a 'heartless bitch'.
She handed the other half of her sandwich to Erin, who had continued to chatter away happily without notice of Tanith's daydream.
Tanith liked Erin, mostly because the were so similar; they both liked friends but didn't need them. Though Erin was somewhat more absent-minded than Tanith.
Tuning into Erin's mostly one-sided conversation at last, She found a question floating around her head and snatched it from the air:
"hey Erin," Tanith asked "aren't you a vegetarian?" looking pointedly at Erin's cheeks, bulging with the last of the sandwich.
Erin grinned thickly at her through a mouthful of ham and tomato,
"only if you talk to my mother."
© Leah Petts, 9th March ‘08
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